History takes me back to the basement of our culture I can't hide myself anymore Beneath this so-called of civilized men The sands of time is what I've been made with The hand of the past may help to lay back relax If we check it now.
And what you've got to do is just take care of That inner black beauty that shines through Your melanine tone And take care of everything you got visible or invisible. For not so long ago they didn't love none of us – At all.
I'd like to tell you something It's all about my own thing Now I know what is sweet I know what is sweet as sugar cane
And the promises they made at these times Of struggle and fight must provide change in your mind. For life is for lore All praises are for the Lords. So the souls descending from the Tribe of Atkaptah will have to Reminisce and unified on strong. So don't go dreamin' on the edge of their land Oh no ! No ! You'll go flyin' high, you'll go too high And now for the rest, let's remind the pledge : Each time you'll taste the fruit of the cane Don't forget the whip, the field, their sweat. (So this heritage will be as sweet as sugar cane...)
I'd like to tell you something It's all about my own thing Now I know what is sweet I know what is sweet as sugar cane